(Phil's POV)
Half way through the movie it was getting very difficult for me to breathe, I reached over and grabbed Dan's shirt tightly, getting his attention,
"Phil? What is it?" Dan asked, concern in his voice,
''I can't...breathe..." I managed to gasp out, putting a hand to my chest, my heart was pounding and my breathing was ragged and short. Without another word, Dan pulled his phone out and called for an ambulance,
"Don't worry, they're on their way." Dan said putting his phone away a few minutes later and knelt down in front of me, he put his hand on my chest and looked me in the eyes,
"Just breathe slowly, alright?" Dan asked, trying to stay calm but I could feel his hand shaking against my chest, he was scared.
(Dan's POV)
The next ten minutes was all a blur with Paramedics coming in, calming Phil down and whisking him off to the hospital, I sat there in the ambulance as they worked with patient hands trying to make Phil as comfortable as possible, I held back the urge to reach for him because I knew I would be in the way.
"His O2 levels are dropping! We need to Intubate him, now!" The paramedic said, tilting Phil's head back as she quickly and smoothing put the tube in, the loud beeping stopped and now a steady sound filled the vehicle, the car came to a sudden stop and the doors flew open as we rushed inside,
"Phil, hang on, please!" I yelled, holding onto the side of the bed as we flew down the hallway, I was stopped just outside the doors to the emergency room,
"Sir, please wait in the lobby, someone will be out shortly to talk with you." A nurse said,
"But, Phil-" Dan started,
"Will be in good hands, I promise." the Nurse said with a smile. I nodded and headed for the waiting I paced back and fourth for the next thirty minutes waiting for anybody to come with news.
"Friends or Family of Philip Lester?" a Nurse said looking down at her clipboard and raising her voice above everyone in the waiting room. I rushed over at the mention of his name,
"What happened? Is Phil alright?" I asked crossing my arms,
"Well, Philip had an allergic reaction to something, we don't know yet. Has he taken any medication today?" She asked quietly,
"He took some pills today to help with his fever. Why, what happened to him?" I asked, fear rising in my voice. This couldn't be because of that, could it?
"I'm sorry, sir, but we've placed him in a medically induced coma..." she said, sadness filled her eyes.